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I exhale a sigh, leaning my head back. His erection is firm at my back.

He takes his hands away. “Get on the bed.”

Stepping forward, I climb onto the firm mattress.

It must be memory foam, because nothing moves as I make my way to the center. I sit with my back to the embossed headboard, watching as my gorgeous husband slowly removes his coat, loosens his tie and lifts it over his head. Then he unbuttons his white shirt, slowly revealing the lines of muscle lurking underneath.

When he bends down to remove his pants, the lines in his stomach flex and deepen. My bottom lip is caught in my teeth, and I shift to ease the tension building in my pussy. I want him inside me. I want him thrusting and making me scream his name as I come. I might have done all this for my son, but God, I’m going to enjoy having Stephen Hastings as my husband for a little while.





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Stephen


Emmy bites her lip as she watches me undress. Her eyes follow my movements, and the heat flickering in her eyes has my cock a steel rod in my slacks. “When you look at me that way, I want to fuck you senseless.”

Her full bottom lip pops out, and she drops her chin, her pretty cheeks turning pink. She’s so fucking beautiful and so fucking stubborn. Shoving my pants off, I climb onto the massive king-sized bed in my room, catching her leg and pulling her under me. She lets out a little squeal, and I cover her mouth with mine.

She tastes sweet like strawberry cake, and her body is soft and warm against mine. I slide my lips along the line of her jaw, and she makes a little noise. “That sound…” I bite the skin on her neck and she does it again. I groan. “Spread your legs.”

“Stephen…” Her hands are on my sides, fingertips tracing around to my back.

“Do it.” Reaching down, I pull that filmy slip higher as she opens her thighs for me.

I hook my thumb in the side of her thong and rip it away as I bury my cock balls-deep in her slippery heat.

She inhales sharply, arching her back higher. I let out a low groan. Fuck me.

One of the benefits of getting married—blood tests. We’re both officially clean, and I plan to fuck her bareback all over this house this weekend.

“You feel so good,” I groan, sinking deeper into her.

Her knees rise at my sides, and she moans as I rock my hips faster, harder. “Yes…” She gasps in my ear, and I catch her around the waist, rolling us over so she’s on top of me now.

“Sit up.” I nudge her waist. “I want to see you ride me.”

She buries her face in my neck. “No.”

“God dammit!” My back arches and I growl, shoving my cock deeper into her. “Don’t tell me no, woman!”

She moves her face, kissing my cheek and speaking in my ear. “You like when I tell you no. You like fighting with me.”

A surge moves through my cock, and I groan. She’s right.

Reaching down, I unclasp her bra so I can feel her hard nipples against my chest. “Let me at least kiss your tits.”

“Stephen,” she moans, rocking her hips against my pelvis, driving me crazy with her hot little pussy.

“Sit up.” I order, and she finally obeys, arching her back and rising above me.

Fuck me… Her long hair falls over her shoulders, between her small, round breasts that bounce every time I thrust into her. She rotates her hips like a dancer, and I push my head back, trying not to blow.

“Fuck, Emmy. You’re so damn sexy.” She slaps her hands against the mattress on either side of my head, and I rise up to kiss her mouth, pulling her lips and sucking her smart tongue.

She sits up again, rocking faster, and her expression changes. She’s feeling it now, and it’s hot as fuck watching her focus, bucking those hips and pulling my cock. I reach around to cup her ass, lightly following her movements with my fingertips.

“Oh, God!” She gasps, moving quicker. “Oh, yes!”

“That’s right, come for me.”

Her head falls back with a moan, and I reach my hands up to catch hers, holding them as she breaks into shudders, her pussy clenching, massaging and drawing out my orgasm. I’ve been following her lead, enjoying the view until now.

I catch her around the waist and roll us so she’s under me, and I pound out my own orgasm hard and deep in her throbbing core. She rises to meet me, finishing out the last threads of her climax as I go. My back arches, and I hold steady, pulsing deep inside her beautiful body.

With a deep sigh, I rest my forehead against her shoulder. “That’s one part of married life I very much like.”

“So you married me for sex?”

I nip the skin on her neck. “You married me for money.”

She starts to laugh, and I slip out. We both groan. I rise up, propped on my forearms over her, looking into her blue eyes. She seems happy… I think?

“What is that expression? What are you thinking?” I don’t know why, but I truly care all of a sudden.

Her slim brows pull together. “What are we doing?”

“Taking care of Eli. Getting him the help he needs.”

Her lips press into a half smile, and her eyes cut away. I chase after them. “What?”

“I mean, what are we doing right now?”

“Having hot sex whenever we feel like it.” I grin, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a perk of being married.”